Jane Austen was born December 16th 1775 and died July 18th 1817. Jane Austen was an English novelist who worked on romantic fiction. She earned her place as one of the most widely read writers in English literature. Her realism and biting social commentary cemented her historical importance among scholars and critics. Jane Austen was primarily taught by her father and brothers, and reading books. At age 14 Jane wrote her first novel Love and Friendship. In her early twenties she wrote novels that were later re-worked on and published as Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice and Northanger Abbey. She also began a novel called The Watsons which was never completed.
POEMS This little bag This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made-- For, if you should a needle want It will afford you aid. And as we are about to part T'will serve another end, For when you look upon the Bag You'll recollect your friend
Oh! Mr.Best, you’re very bad Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By me, a tunefull Poet.-- You used to go to Harrowgate Each summer as it came, And why I pray should you refuse To go this year the same?--
The way's as plain, the road's as smooth, The Posting not increased; You're scarcely stouter than you were, Not younger Sir at least.--
If e'er the waters were of use Why now their use forego? You may not live another year, All's mortal here below.--
It is your duty Mr Best To give your health repair. Vain else your Richard's pills will be, And vain your Consort's care.
But yet a nobler Duty calls You now towards the North. Arise ennobled--as Escort Of Martha Lloyd stand forth.
She wants your aid--she honours you With a distinguished call. Stand forth to be the friend of her Who is the friend of all.--
Take her, and wonder at your luck, In having such a Trust. Her converse sensible and sweet Will banish heat and dust.--
So short she'll make the journey seem You'll bid the Chaise stand still. T'will be like driving at full speed From Newb'ry to Speen hill.--
Convey her safe to Morton's wife And I'll forget the past, And write some verses in your praise As finely and as fast.
But if you still refuse to go I'll never let your rest, Buy haunt you with reproachful song Oh! wicked Mr. Best!
Jane Austen
Jane Austen was born December 16th 1775 and died July 18th 1817. Jane Austen was an English novelist who worked on romantic fiction. She earned her place as one of the most widely read writers in English literature. Her realism and biting social commentary cemented her historical importance among scholars and critics. Jane Austen was primarily taught by her father and brothers, and reading books. At age 14 Jane wrote her first novel Love and Friendship. In her early twenties she wrote novels that were later re-worked on and published as Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice and Northanger Abbey. She also began a novel called The Watsons which was never completed.
POEMS
This little bag
This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made--
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we are about to part
T'will serve another end,
For when you look upon the Bag
You'll recollect your friend
Oh! Mr.Best, you’re very bad
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad
And all the world shall know it;
Your base behaviour shall be sung
By me, a tunefull Poet.--
You used to go to Harrowgate
Each summer as it came,
And why I pray should you refuse
To go this year the same?--
The way's as plain, the road's as smooth,
The Posting not increased;
You're scarcely stouter than you were,
Not younger Sir at least.--
If e'er the waters were of use
Why now their use forego?
You may not live another year,
All's mortal here below.--
It is your duty Mr Best
To give your health repair.
Vain else your Richard's pills will be,
And vain your Consort's care.
But yet a nobler Duty calls
You now towards the North.
Arise ennobled--as Escort
Of Martha Lloyd stand forth.
She wants your aid--she honours you
With a distinguished call.
Stand forth to be the friend of her
Who is the friend of all.--
Take her, and wonder at your luck,
In having such a Trust.
Her converse sensible and sweet
Will banish heat and dust.--
So short she'll make the journey seem
You'll bid the Chaise stand still.
T'will be like driving at full speed
From Newb'ry to Speen hill.--
Convey her safe to Morton's wife
And I'll forget the past,
And write some verses in your praise
As finely and as fast.
But if you still refuse to go
I'll never let your rest,
Buy haunt you with reproachful song
Oh! wicked Mr. Best!
Article Written By: Brooke Gordon